Rose. Nope, that didn't sound right. Muffin? No, she wasn't that kind of dog! I was finally getting a puppy, but i didn't know what to name her.
The name was one of the most important parts of getting a dog. It would be the name you called everyday, and would remember forever. It had to be right.
I had only seen pictures of the dog, and the shelter we were getting her from called her Biscuit. She did not look like a Biscuit. The name was all wrong!
I couldn't tell what her name could be from her picture. I had looked on the internet, asked friends, family, and
ask.com what some good dog names were. None of the names were right for her.
On the drive to get her, i was freaking out! What if she didn't like me, what if she was already used to having people call her Biscuit!?
We finally arrived. A lady got out of a car with a red leash in her hand. I couldn't see the dog yet. I ran over to get her
and stared at the dog in front of me.
She had brown fur, but it looked looked she had a dark stripe running down her back. Her eyes looked like she had dark, black mascara on. She was perfect.
It was like a light bulb went off. She wasn't a Biscuit, a Muffin, or a Rose.
She was a Rilee.
She was special. Everyone loved her. Every morning I would wake up, she'd stretch on me, her tongue hanging out. Sometimes we would just sit on the couch, other times we would wrestle or watch movies.
She had the perfect name for the perfect dog, and I love her.
